*Sheriff Stilinski*

I drive up to the scene, sirens blaring. An overturned car lay 20ft to the side of a curved road, surrounded by a firetruck and a few cop cars. I saw a young, blonde girl on a gurney, supplied by the fireman no doubt, being set down away from the commotion as I park my cruiser. I get out and one of the younger cops approach me.

"Looks like we got a hit and run." Deputy York updated me as we walked towards the accident. "A driver, suspected drunk, was taking the curve on the wrong side of the road and hit these two girls head on. Their car flipped to the side of the road there, but the other driver must have taken off without stopping. We were able to get one girl, named Olivia Peters, out of the wreckage but it seems the other, Emily Peters, is stuck."

We stop near the ambulance Olivia was being held in and I glance towards where Emily lay on the ground, indeed underneath the car. How does something like that even happen. "Paramedics?"

"They're on their way now. We've been instructed to keep the girl calm until then." He answers me. "But Stilinski." He frowns. "It's not looking good."

"She's awake?" I ask stunned. That's got to be the worst thing I can imagine for a girl in her position right now. A young girl, no older than 17, pinned underneath a car with no way of getting her out.

"Yes, Emily is. She was the one that told us what happened. Olivia, on the other hand, still hasn't woken up. But she seems like she will pull through." He assured me as he went to go sit with the unconscious girl leaving me to comfort the one awake.

I walk up towards the blonde headed girl laying on the ground and sorrow flooded through me. It upset me to see her in so much pain. Tears slowly streamed down the slide of her face and I could see blood painting the inside of her mouth. The car pinched her right in the middle of her stomach, probably creating internal bleeding. My eyes started to water before I pulled myself together, I have to be strong for her.

I knelt down beside her and allowed a warm smile to come to my face. "Hello, Emily isn't it?" I asked her softly.

She looked up at me and returned a smaller smile. She nodded her head. Pain pinched a nerve somewhere in my chest. Such a sweet girl. Her tears made her bright, blue eyes look like the Ocean.

"I'm Deputy Stilinski. Do you mind if I sit and talk a while to you?"

"I don't mind at all." Her voice sounded strained.

"So where were you two heading tonight?"

"We were heading back home from a road trip. We live in San Francisco and wanted to tour the country for the summer." She explained. A bigger smile spread across her face. "My sister just turned 16 and I wanted to take her…take her…" Her smile faded and face scrunched up in pain as she started coughing up blood, splattering it on her lips. "I'm sorry," she choked.

I grabbed her hand from her side and gave her a sympathetic look. "Don't be sorry," I chuckled trying to cheer her up. "It's ok, everything will be ok."

She tightened her grip on my hand so much that I thought she would break it before looking up at me with a serious look on her face. She told me, "if you want to be with her, go now."

I froze looking down at her. Is she talking about Claudia? I just saw her in the hospital this morning. Of course we knew she was dying, which hurt to admit, but she still seemed to be hanging in there. No, there is no way this girl knows about Claudia. Absolutely no way.

I fixed my confused face, allowing a more cheerful one to surface. "You can't get rid of me that easily. I'm staying right here." I gave her hand a small, reassuring squeeze and told her she should rest now.

She stared at me, a slight grin appearing, "Thank you." I felt my eyes start to water again as she looked up to the stars.

When the paramedics arrived, I never let go of her hand. Not too long after they pulled her out, her eyes shut and heart stopped, declaring her dead. I told the station that I would deliver the news to the sister in the hospital and left without another word. I wanted to let a few tears come down my face on the drive over but held them in longer. I had one more young lady to be strong for tonight.

I arrive at the hospital, trying to shake off my nerves as I walk in. I glance toward the waiting room as I walk past it and notice my son sitting on a seat, holding his head in his hands. I stop and change direction towards him instead. When I hear him crying, I froze. He looks up at me, cheeks flushed red and tears staining his face. I give him a questioning look and when he shakes his head, looking back down into his hands, my heart drops.

I go to sit next in the chair next to him, my legs suddenly feeling like jello. I can't hold back from crying any longer as I pull him into a hug. He hides his face in my shoulder making my uniform damp. But I don't care about it, I let him. He had been here for her when she died and I was not. He is nine years old and was here all by himself watching his mother die, and I was not. I wasn't here because I didn't believe that a girl could possibly know about my wife's condition. I didn't believe. I just did not believe.

I sat with Stiles for a few hours before a nurse came over to me telling me Olivia was waking up. I was not ready to tell this girl about her sister knowing that it will bring her the same feelings Stiles and I have right now. I put my hand on my son's shoulder, give him a kiss on the head, and stand up. On my way to her room, I attempt to brush off all my emotions so that I could do this with some sort of professional manner.

Her door was open when I stood in the entrance of her room. She looked so much like the girl whose hand I held as she took her last breathes. She had scratches on her face and arms, her left wrist was wrapped, and the doctors told me that she broke 3 of her ribs. All in all, it could have been a lot worse. That still didn't make it an easy sight to see though.

I lightly tap on the door. "Knock knock."

Her eyes fluttered open, I could see the bright blue color from where I stood.

"May I come in?" I asked softly.

She nodded her head and when I came up next to her, she asked in a croaky, weak voice, "water?"

I smiled at her, turning around to the sink. I twisted the handle leaving it on a moment to make sure the water was as cold as it could be, I filled up a cup and gave it to her.

"Thank you," she said in a husky voice, taking a drink. I sat next to her silently until she had finished, thinking about how to start this conversation. She set her cup down after a moment and almost as if she was reading my mind, she asked, "how is Emily?"

I looked up at her with a certain tenderness in my expression. I took a deep breath. "Olivia." I paused a moment to consider the right words but all that came out was, "I'm sorry."

I could tell that she understood what I meant by that and didn't say anything else. She seemed to go into a sort of trance and stared into a faraway place that I couldn't see. We sat like that not saying one word. About half an hour passed and I decided that I should take Stiles home. I stood up and reached in my pocket for a piece of paper and pen so I could write my number on it. I broke her from her daze when I reached over and held her hand.

She watched me as I put the little paper into it and instructed her, "If you ever need anything. Anything at all. Call me. You can call me if you want to talk, need someone to come pick you up, need a place to stay, need someone to bail you out of jail." I said that last part hoping to catch a grin. She obliged with a small lift of one of the corners of her mouth. It seemed that's all I would be able to get.

"Thank you, deputy—"

"Call me John, please. I'll be back in the morning to check on you, ok?" I gently squeezed her hand and began to walk out. I couldn't help it. Something about this girl made me want to be a part of her life and take care of her. Maybe it's because we both lost someone close to us tonight and could relate. "Get some rest, kiddo."

As I stepped outside the room, I was surprised to find that Stiles was sitting on a chair right outside the door. I hadn't realized he followed me this way. I wonder how long he's been sitting here.

He peered up at me with a grimace still on his face. I felt a knot within me twinge a bit, a knot that had been there since I saw that girl trapped under the car. I have a feeling that it's not going to leave me anytime soon either.

Stiles stood up, pulling me from my thoughts. I was about to grab his shoulder and lead him down the hall and out of the hospital. But, before I could, he stepped inside the hospital room I had just come out of. I turn around and watch him as he goes up to Olivia's bed. She stares at him the entire time. He sat in the seat I was occupying only a moment ago and grabs her hand.

"I'm sorry about your sister," he told her. With a tear creeping to the edge of his eye, he practically whispered, "She is with my mom now." He closed his eyes, the little drop of water finally escaping down his cheek. He leaned forward and put his face on the bed, concealing it. A look of grief came across her face as she lifted her hand to touch his head. He glanced up at her, beginning to cry again, and crawls up next to her in bed and wraps her in a big hug which she returned.

They held each other, letting out quiet little sobs. I guess Stiles felt the same way I did, because when I finally told him it was time to go, he wanted to stay with Olivia. He managed to bring a smile to her face as he told her that she better call him when she leaves. I don't think she realizes that even though she lost a sister tonight, she just gained a brother and second father.

A/N Thank you all for reading. I have major plans for this story so please stay with me and follow the story. I also would love it if you reviewed it. I really like to know how I'm doing and if I need to improve on anything. Also, don't worry. Derek Hale is introduced later in the story. I haven't forgot about my man. *winky face*